|Artist||Death Cab For Cutie|
|Song||A Movie Script Ending|
|Technical Specifications||colour - format unknown|
Whenever i come back, the air on railroad is making the same sounds. |
And the shop fronts on holly are dirty words (asterisks in for the vowels).
We peered through the windows... new bottoms on barstools but the people remain the same, with prices inflating.
As if saved from the gallows.
There's a bellow of buzzers and the people stop working and they're all so excited.
Passing through unconscious states.
When i awoke i was on the highway.
With your hand on my shoulders, a meaningless movement... a moviescript ending,
And the patrons are leaving, leaving.